We’ve been devoured
therefor we are devouring machines...
My flesh, blood and bones
belong only to myself...
She won't fly away
butterfly of evenness...
Two white doves are making love
like for ever...
There are some days in my life
where I question every single thing he does...
Not necessary
from some solid attributes...
A mirror reflects
One image but there's lots of...
Injustice and betrayal
would never be erased...
Dance that imbue the aptitude
of postures in all the shadows...
The distance of two impossibilities
are crushed...
Red in heart
though blue in hue and view...
They couldn't bear the burden
of going endlessly up and down...